Cookie could still remember what made her hard, no matter how hard she tried to forget. It just wouldn't leave her alone. Every idle moment the memories would come flooding back. Every time she was alone at night she heard the voices. Ran had her horrible memories too, but neither said anything. Both knew that if they spoke of them, they'd never go away. Never be able to be reburied. So they both kept their fear within, fought more, drank and smoke more. They surrounded themselves with people who also hid their fear and sadness. People who, like them, had been through things people their ages should never see. Cookie found herself smoking again, something she had given up years before due to a horrible cough. And Ran found herself worrying more about Cook too. Knowing that sooner or later the cough would come back and hoping that she wouldn't find her passed out like the many times of their early years. Pockets was worrying too, he believed that if he found Cook's brothers things would get better. So he was gone more, searching. Everything seemed more tense at Greenwich. Winter was coming and all the newsies worried about the coming cold, and the snow that might cause them to sell less papes. The less they could sell, the more time they had to spend sitting inside. Soon they would find that the night when poor Mina lost her innocence, was the last nice night for a few months. For the next day a frost swept through all of New York City, casting a thin layer of ice over everything.

Mina woke that morning shivering, but strong. She soon found herself on her feet and walking in a direction that would later bring her to the Greenwich Lodging House. Once there she curled in a ball on the front steps and slept. Hoping to forget the night before.